Sunday, March 30, 2014

My mobile phone is about to die on me. I’ve
had it for probably six years so obviously it’s not a smart phone. It’s a Nokia
dumb phone. Dumb like me when it comes to fancy-schmantzy phones. But it has been useful ever since my other
phone was stolen. I hated (yes, hated!) the person who stole
it. I had uber VIP phone numbers in it. Like the President’s brother’s number
(yep) and the Speaker of Parliament’s number (we played chess together while he
and his family vacationed at the hotel where I lived – I won.) We talked about
Buddhism and the killing of mosquitos among other things, which I can’t
remember, but I remember the mosquito conversation. He said ‘Don’t kill them.’
I said, ‘Okay, but I’m going to anyway.’

I could’ve gotten those and most of the other
numbers back (rrright), but it was too
much of a royal pain. Damn that thief!

So, I’m going to get a cheap smart Nokia
phone (I’ve said Nokia twice now – do you think they’d give me a discount for
promoting them?) so I can take photos for Lucy’s
Buzz instead of lugging my camera everywhere (or better yet, remembering to
take it with me everywhere) and get whatsapp
and viber to talk to family and
friends in the US. I’ll need a month or two to figure out how it works as my
current phone is about as current as a caveman’s club and all I know how to do
is look up numbers and text. I hate texting as the keyboard is useless and
getting more useless everyday. Let’s see if I’ll dislike being so plugged in after
being in the dark for so long.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

I googled my name the other day to see if my
tweets were showing up there and I found this article. It was fun for me to
read it and I thought you might like it, too! (You can follow me on Twitter at: shadetreesl https://twitter.com/shadetreesl

Friday, March 28, 2014

Since I was in Ceylon, the land of tea and tea plantation, I thought I’d
find out. The hard way – I’d do it myself.

Handunugoda Tea Factory, located in Tittagalla, south of Galle, has two
unique distinctions: it produces the world’s most expensive tea, white tea, and
it’s the closest plantation to the sea, both in Sri Lanka and possibly in the
world.

It also lets tourists pick tealeaves.

The morning sky was a low, gray blanket. It wasn’t going to rain, but
the scorching sun was giving me a break. I could pick tealeaves without worry
of heatstroke. I only had to worry about the snakes.

‘There are snakes, of course,’ said tea planter Malinga H. Gunaratne. He
laughed as he took a long slow drag on a cigarette. ‘But don’t worry, they
don’t bite hard.’

Oh great.

‘Well, shall we begin?’ I asked, mustering up my courage.

Tea picking is technically not a difficult task. The top three leaves of
each branch, plus the fresh tip is the target. A good pinch and a twist will
snap them from the mother plant. I watched the pickers at work and tried to
mimic them. They had rhythm. Twist, snap,
pull. Twist, snap, pull. Once they had a handful of leaves they would reach
back open their hands over their brightly colored plastic tea baskets (not the
woven baskets of the high-country tea plantations). The green leaves fluttered
down into the net lining of the basket. Twist,
snap, pull. Twist, snap, pull. They never broke their rhythm, unless it was
to laugh at my clumsy attempts to find and pick the best leaves.

The morning had
grown hot. The sun dipped in and out of the clouds. Watching for snakes, I
moved from one tea plant to another – not an easy task. The plants’ branches,
strong wooden tentacles, grabbed my hips and stopped me dead in my tracks. I
had to bully my way through. A good head and shoulders taller than the petite
tea pickers, I wondered how they stood it day after day in the hot sun, picking
up to four baskets (20kilos of leaves), which amounts to four kilos of
drinkable black tea. Rather than go bare headed like I did, most wrapped
their heads in a kongahni, a large
cloth that protects them from the scorching sun. After only an hour, my back ached from reaching across the tea plants
and my picking outfit, a shite shirt and green sarong, was drenched in sweat. I
was a wreck, ready for a cup of tea and a nap!

But my
job wasn’t finished. I still had the fancy tea to pick.

Gunaratne’s 200-acre sea-level plantation, a family affair
for the past 125 years and dotted with coconut palms and rubber trees, is
becoming known for its off-the-charts expensive Handunugoda White Tea. White Tea was first produced in the Fujian
Providence in China during the Song dynasty (610-907 AD) as a tribute to
Emperor Hui Zhong.

Only the tender tips of the Camellia sinensis
plant, which are covered with fine, white
hairs, are clipped. During a trip to a perfumery in France, Gunaratne learned
that perspiration from the flower pickers’ hands would change the flavors. To
keep the flavor of his White Tea intact, he reverted to the ancient custom of
picking the tea plant’s tender tips with sterile scissors and gloved hands - all meant to keep the tiny tips devoid of human contact.

What are the differences between White Tea and Green and Black Teas?

Processing:

The
highly prized tips are processed immediately after picking. They are withered
-- a procedure that dries the leaves by either steam, hot air, or simply
air-dried. This withering takes 1-2 days, depending on weather conditions.
After that, the tips go through a period of sun drying and later they are
subjected to another process, which the producers want to keep secret.

Both White and Green undergo little
processing and no fermentation. Black Tea, on the other hand, gets fully
fermented.

Taste:

There’s a noticeable difference in
taste: Black Tea has a heavy liquoring taste,
Green Teas a ‘grassy’ taste, and White Tea has a light, delicate, almost silky
taste. “To use milk or sugar with White Tea,” says Gunaratne, “is
sacrilegious!”

Yield:

Slow going, a picker’s daily yield
of White Tea is only 300-400 grams, which calculates down to 100 grams, or
about 93 cups, of drinkable tea. At $19 USD for 15 grams (14 cups), White Tea
is the most expensive Ceylon has to offer. According to Gunaratne, his
plantation produces 100 kilos of White Tea per year. Ceylon’s total annual
tonnage of all teas combined is 360 million kilos. China, India and Japan also
produce White Tea.

Health Benefits:

You can’t talk about White Tea
without talking about its health benefits. It is low in caffeine (only 15mg.
per serving vs. 40mg. in Black Tea, and 20mg in Green Tea) and rich in
antioxidants. A 2004 study at Pace University in USA concluded that White Tea
contains more polyphenol, the
anti-oxidant that fights cancer-causing cells, and is high in fluoride, which
helps prevent dental plaque, the main source of tooth decay. Milton
Schiffenbauer, PhD, a microbiologist and professor in the Department of Biology
at Pace University states in Science
Daily that White Tea Extract “can actually destroy the organisms that cause
disease. Study after study with tea extract proves that it has many healing
properties. This is not an old wives tale, it’s a fact.”

Back Into the Fields:

Readied to go back into the
field to pick the White Tea buds, I was suited in a clean white shirt and
sarong with a chef’s-style hat, given sterile scissors and gloves, which, as
the perfumer said, would keep my body oils from tainting the tea’s delicate
flavor.

I found picking White Tea
even more taxing than Black Tea, as it was a slow process of finding the buds
and then snipping them into the bowl. Heaven forbid that I drop the bowl of white gold, as I had come to think of it. By now the sun was high overhead
and beginning to bake us pickers. Although I couldn’t understand a word the
other women were speaking - they spoke Tamil - I could tell they weren’t complaining,
but carrying on the hard work in good humour. They certainly got a kick out of
me and my bad rhythm and slow movements.

How much tea did this tea
plucker pluck? Enough for only one cup of tea, but I left the charming
plantation feeling pleasantly exhausted, with a kilo of Handunugoda Tea
Factory’s finest Black Tea tucked under my arm along with a small, precious box
of White Tea. After experiencing firsthand just how difficult the art of
plucking tea is, I knew my next cup of tea would be all that much sweeter – even
without any sacrilegious sugar.

Handunugoda Tea Factory fields.

Tea picker wearing a kongahni.

Me, working away!

The other ladies laughed over my tea plucking abilities!

Tender tea shoots.

Using scissors to cut the very top

leaves for the white tea.

The ladies loved having their photo taken!

Like my outfit?

Shoots for white tea.

Me, hot and sweaty after picking. Look how cool

the other ladies look!

An expensive pile of white tea.

To contact Handunugoa Tea Factory you can friend Malinga Herman Gunaratne on FaceBook.